Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalann. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
the Germs,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.